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A poem dedicated to the memory of the Reverend and excellent Mr. Urian Oakes, the late pastor to Christ's flock and præsident of Harvard Colledge in Cambridge ...
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Mather, Cotton, 1663-1728.
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Well! Reader Wipe thine Eyes see the Man Almost too small a word which Cambridge can Say I have lost In Name a Drusius And Nature too yea a compendious Both Magazine of worth and Follower Of all that ever great and famose were A great Soul in a little Body Add In a small Nutshell Graces Iliad How many Angels on a Needle 's point Can stand is thought perhaps a needless Point Oakes Vertues too I 'me at a loss to tell In short Hee was New-England's SAMUEL And had as many gallant Propertyes As ere an Oak had Leaves or Argus Eyes A better Christian would a miracle Be thought From most he bore away the Bell Grace and good Nature were so purely mett In him wee saw in Gold a Iewel sett His very Name spake Heavenly and Hee Vir sui Nominis would alwayes bee For a Converse with God and holy frame A Noah and an Enoch hee became Vrian and George are Names aequivalent Wee had Saint George though other Places han't Should I say more like him that would extol Huge Hercules my Reader'l on me fall With such a check Who does dispraise him I Shall say enough if his Humility Might be described Witty Austin meant This the First Second and Third Ornament Of a Right Soul should be esteem'd And so Our Second Moses * Humble Dod cry'd Know Iust as Humility mens Grace will bee And so much Grace so much Humilitie Ah! graciose Oakes wee saw thee stoop wee saw In thee the Moral of good Nature's Law That the full Ears of Corn should bend and grow Down to the ground Worth would sit alwayes low And for a Gospel Minister wee had In him a Pattern for our Tyro's sad Their Head is gone Who ever knew a greater Student and Scholar or beheld a better Preacher and Praesident Wee look't on him As Ierom in our Hungry Bethlechem A perfect Critic in Philology And in Theology a Canaan's Spy His Gen'ral Learning had no fewer Parts Than the Encyclopaedia of Arts The old Say Hee that something is in all Nothing 's in any Now goes to the wall But when the Pulpit had him there hee spent Himself as in his onely Element And there hee was an Orpheus Hee 'd e'en draw The Stones and Trees Austin cryes If I saw Paul in the Pulpit of my Three Desires None of the least to which my Soul aspires Would gratify'd and granted bee Hee might Have come and seen 't when OAKES gave Cambridge Light Oakes an Vncomfortable Preacher was I must confess Hee made us cry Alass In sad Despair Of what Of ever seeing A better Preacher while wee have a beeing Hee oh Hee was in Doctrine Life and all Angelical and Evangelical A Benedict and Boniface to boot Commending of the Tree by noble Fruit. All said Our Oakes the Double Power has Of Boanerges and of Barnabas Hee is a Christian Nestor Oh! that wee Might him among us for three Ages see But ah Hee 's gone to Sinus Abrahae What shall I say Never did any spitt Gall at this Gall-less Guile-less Dove nor yet Did any Envy with a cankred breath Blast him It was I 'me sure the gen'ral Faith Lett Oakes Bee Say or Do what e're he wou'd If it were OAKES it must be wise true good Except the Sect'ryes Hammer might a blow Or two receive from Anabaptists who Never lov'd any Man that wrote a Line Their naught Church-rending Cause to undermine Yett after my Encomiastick Ink Is all run out I must conclude I think With a Dicebam not a Dixi Yea Such a course will exceeding proper bee The Iews whene're they build an House do leave Some part Imperfect as a call to grieve For their destroy'd Ierus'lem I 'le do so I do 't And now let sable Cambridge broach her Tears They forfeit their own Eyes that don't for here 's Occasion sad enough Your Sons pray call All Ichabod and Daughters Marah Fall Dovvn into Sack-cloth Dust and Ashes To Bee senseless Now Friends Now will be to show A CRIME BADG of Sin and Folly Try Your fruitfulness under the Ministry Of that kind Pelican vvho spent his Blood The feed you Dear Saints Have ye got the Good You might And let a Verse too find the Men Who fly'd a Sermon Oh! Remember vvhen Sirs your Ezekiel was like unto A lovely Song of Been't deaf Adders you One with a pleasant Voice and that could play Well on an Instrument And i'n't the Day â—he gloriose Day to dawn ah yet wherein You are drawn from the Egypt-graves of Sin Compelled to come in For shame come in Nay Join you all Strive with a noble Strife To publish both in Print as vvell as Life Your preciose Pastor's Works Bring them to view That vvee may Honey tast as vvell as you But Lord What has thy Vineyard done that thou Command'st the Clouds to rain no more O shevv Thy favour to thy Candlestick Thy Rod Hath almost broke it Lett a Gift of God Or a sincerely Heaven-touch't Israelite Become a Teacher in thy Peoples sight At last I vvith License Poetical Reader and thy good leave address to all The children of thy People Oh! the Name Of Vrian Oakes Nevv-England does proclame SVRE I AN OAK was to thee Feel thy Loss Cry Why forsaken Lord Under the Cross Learn for to prize Survivers Kings destroy The People that Embassadors annoy The Counsil of God's Herald and thy Friend Bee wise Consider well thy latter End O lay to heart Pray to the heavenly Lord Of th' Harvest that according to his Word Hee vvould thrust forth his Labourers For vvhy Should all thy Glory go and Beauty dy Through thy default Lord from thy lofty Throne Look dovvn upon thy Heritage Lett none Of all our Breaches bee unhealed Lett This dear poor Land be our Immanuel's yett Lett 's bee a Goshen still Restrain the Boar That makes Incursions Give us daily more Of thy All-curing Spirit from on High Lett all thy Churches flourish And supply The almost Twenty Ones that thy Just Ire Has left without Help that their Needs require Lett not the Colledge droop and dy O Lett The Fountain run A Doctor give to it Moses's are to th' upper Canaan gone Lett Ioshua's Succeed them goes vvhen one room Elijah raise Elisha's Pauls become Dissolv'd vvith Christ Send Tim'thees in their Avert the Omen that vvhen Teeth apace Fall out No new ones should supply their place Lord Lett us Peace on this our Israel see And still both Hephsibah and Beulah bee Then vvill thy People Grace and Glory Sing And every Wood vvith Hallelujah's ring N. R. Vixêre fortes ante Agamemnona Multi sed illachrymabiles Vrgentur ignotique longà Nocte carent quia Vate sacro Hor. Non ego cuncta meis amplecti Versibus opto Virg. Ingens laudato Poema â— legito Call â—ui legis ista tuam reprehendo si mea laudes Omnia Stultitiam Si nihil Invidiam Owen Non possunt Lector multae emendare Liturae Versus hos nostros Vna Litura potest Martial Advertisement THere is to be sold by Iohn Browning at the Corner of the Prison-Lane next the Tovvn-House a Sermon of the late Reverend Mr. VRIAN OAKES preached from Eccl. 9. 11. Shevving that Fortune and Chance are infallibly determined by God By vvhich alone it might appear that the Elogyes of him are not a vain Hyperbole but as it were the Eccho of those Words which his Works speak concerning Him t 〈…〉